Few things could be more bizarre than Uta Uber Kool Ja's hotel room soirees, staged high above the cobblestone streets in a room with a view, at the Old Sydney Holiday Inn.
If your backside can endure an uncushioned bench for a couple of hours, a play must be pretty damn good. Andrew Bovell's When The Rain Stops Falling is better than good.
Savage In Limbo isn't as well-known or as oft-performed as the Oscar-winner's other plays. Probably because it cuts a little deeper and is more emotionally challenging; the last applying for both actors and audiences.
Prime: Orderly is the latest work by dancer-choreographer, Dean Walsh, based on two years' research into marine environments, a luxury afforded by his tenure as Dance Fellow with the Australia Council.
I well remember Zoe Carides from GP. It was a decent drama, insofar as it went, but a very modest examination of the abilities of the actor. Tarantula estimates them much better.
Mum's In is like a time-machine, peeling back the veneer of civilisation to reveal the beating heart of a city that has a well-earned reputation as a slut.
There are weak points when one looks critically through Moving Windows. But they can only really be seen close-up. Overall, one is impressed by taut & terrific performance, design, dance, lighting and music, amply informed by gentle wit.
Contradiction, conundrum, conflict, racism, misogyny and homophobia run through this play like a main circuit cable snaking through a moral minefield of explosive allegation.
Following the unedifying edict that "there's a sucker born every minute", the show skewers the modern self-improvement economy in a piss-take parody of today's 'gurus' and snake-oil salesmen.